Truckers' Hell

The thoughts of Wayoutwally

Where is he?

I know that somewhere
out there a
good lawyer is sitting around just waiting for
his chance to make it big. Waiting for that one
big case which will propel him from the midst of
obscurity, all the way to the corner
office.

I know that somewhere he sits in
some tiny cubicle, searching through stacks of
books and papers, looking for that one bit of
information that will save some poor client from
being sent away for twenty years, or maybe sued
for a million dollers. And for what? So that his
boss can buy a bigger yacht next year?

I
know he's out there, with no idea where that one
big chance will come from. Waiting and wondering
if all that time and money he spent becoming a
lawyer was worth it.

Well I just happen to
know a way for him to become famous, if not rich,
and help the little guy too.

Did I get
your attention, Mr. Attorney? Well good, because
I,for one, think you can do it.

What, you
may ask could posssibly do so much good for so
many people, and still make you famous? It's
simple, sue the United States Government for the
Constitutional rights of truckers. Think about
it. Truckers have been taken advantage of for so
long that it seems to be some kind of hobby for
the politicians. Need more money? Lets find
something else to make illegal for truckers to
do.

A traveling salesman in a Ford can
drive 90 mph. with his radar detector, but a
truck trying to not make a mistake of speeding,
can't have one.

It's not legal to set up a
road block to check for possible drunks, but lets
stop all those pesky trucks coming down the road
and see if they don't have the proper paperwork.
While we have them there lets weigh them, in case
they might be trying to slip by with to much of a
load.

You know what? Why don't we just
take away their license if they don't stop at a
flashing railroad crossing. Nevermind that it's
broken and been flashing all day, it's illegal,
damn it, and they must learn!

It's ok for
a teenager to get a license to drive with little
experience, then give him a new high powered
sports car to go out drinking in, but we really
need to make sure those big ole trucks have safe
drivers. Heaven forbid they may be a little tired
from driving one hour too long.

Bubba's
pickup leaks water, burns oil, has a broken
windshield, and is carrying a thousand pounds of
stolen railroad ties, but that's just Bubba. But
now that new KW has a clearance light out, so we
must inspect that truck from top to
bottom.

I don't know about you, but I for
one think my rights have been violated, and
somewhere out there in the legal profession there
lives a good upstanding lawyer, just waiting for
a chance to make it big. Waiting for an
opertunity to do some good for the little guy.
Willing to stand up to the big time politicians,
and do the right thing. And I, for one am ready
for a savior.